Drafting

I came down to the chairs holding two copies of my short story and asking if someone wanted to read it. One friend offered, read the first page, handed it back to me and said he had "read this story many, many, many, many times." I squashed my desire to promote my story because this particular friend is well known for being a single-minded, closed off, stubborn little twa amoeba.

My friend Sarah was kind enough to take on the task of actually critiquing my work tonight. She's a lovely person. Rebecca has just taken on the other copy. These friends are good friends.

I'll post pictures of the shirts later. I'm gunna go paint. Toodles.